She's like her momma bean and has her days and nights backwards, dawn effect in the evening. :roll:
I know she feels GOOD at these numbers, just wish she would have decided to be happy in a spot with a little more wiggle room above us. In the 70s she just sleeps, in the low 100s we almost have to duct tape her to her bed to get her to want to sleep, she just wants to play all night and she's a talker when she's frisky. As in Will.Not.Shut.Up.
Being finicky as cats will do, all of the girls have decided they are going to be afraid of the automated feeder. Peanut acts like its going to move while her head is in it and won't do anything but a quick lick. Smokey just stalks it without staying close enough long enough to eat. Taz was wolfing down the food the other two wouldn't touch, now she hears it move and runs from the room. Is swear they sit at home all day coming up with ways to drive me batty.
eta: Glad the BOYS has good days ;-)